Page 39 of A Dance With Devils
“Close,” she murmurs. “Protected.” My brow twitches, mouth stopping its meander. “What’s inside you?” She grabs my hair, pulling my head up to look at her. “Tell me?”
Nothing. Nothing is inside me.
Nothing worth merit anyway.
But that doesn’t stop me going for those lips again, doesn’t stop my dick making me move closer again so I can smother her with my weight either. More passion this time, her teeth on my lips, her tongue duelling as if this hunt is far from over. I chuckle at that, low guttural growls following, as she slides her hand around my neck and holds me there to prolong it. She can as far as I’m concerned. She can have this for as long as she likes. Fuck hunting. We’ll justbenow. Evolve wherever we’re evolving to.
I shove her backwards, holding her down with my forearms so I can move along her body and taste more of what she’s got to offer. She’ll taste me after that. Feel me in her throat. And then all of it will come. All the pain, and all the thoughts, and all the depravity I can find until I’m uninterested and she’s too exhausted to run anymore. No protection from me. No care for the thought either. She won’t mean anything after it’s done, and then I’ll let her jump from the roofs.
Jump with her maybe.
My teeth grab at the satin of her panties, dragging them sideways until my tongue swipes through her.
“Run,” she murmurs.
Another swipe of my tongue and she buckles, body trying to get away. The legs tighten, though – holding me in place. Confused little Alice. I look up at her from where I am, watching as she squirms and writhes, part desperate to run and part needing to stay. She’s frantic now, desperate and lacking any grace at all, as I hold her tauter and roll the pill in my fingers. I chuckle, amused and aroused at the fight that she keeps bringing to me in this state, and crawl back up her body. It’ll be a good fuck when I eventually give in to it and take what I need from her. She’ll be savage like this – heated and belligerent. And then she’ll bend like they all do – weep and moan. Beg for less. Or more. I don’t know yet with this one.
I want to, though.
A presence somewhere makes me look back sharply into the hallway, eyes scanning for anyone. Bare feet and a long red dress flow towards me after a while, silently drifting over the hardwood and turning corners.
“Thuds and taps,” Hannah says, giggling.
My gaze travels up the fabric, glower trained on her as she gets closer. “Can you feel them? I can. I’ve missed that. Tap, tap, tap.” Dark eyes suddenly peer down at me as she comes to a halt, her head tilted as she looks over the scene in front of her. “No backwards anymore. Forwards, Malachi. Only forwards. Better to go too far.” Something snatches at my chin, pulling harshly to get me closer to her face. “What fun we’re having,” she says, her face twisted in repulsion.
“Leave,” snarls out of me.
“No.” She circles us, her fingers reaching for my little Alice’s hair. “Can you hear her like I hear him?” Her hand slithers in between us, pressure from it landing on my chest until she pushes me and sits astride my body. “In here, Malachi. Love. So beautiful.” She kisses me on the forehead and lifts away again, body unfolding until she’s stood over me and laughing. “He’s searching for me. A game. I should run. I won’t, though. Not from him. Never. He needs me. Like she needs you.”
An eruption of movement beside me makes me falter sideways, my hands losing their loose grip on my little Alice. Hannah giggles and backs away, watching as my little Alice gets up and scurries behind her. They twirl in unison, Hannah chasing the movement to try and keep up with the spin that my little Alice creates.
She laughs again, her hands out to the side as she keeps revolving and swirling her red around. It drowns my colours, as she keeps spinning, makes the world full of blood and pain again.
“I remember this dance,” she says, still giggling. “You made me feel it for the first time, Malachi. And then him. And now love is here. Need. Safety. Keep her safe, Malachi. Can you do that?”
My body rolls, moves, clambers to a wall so I can watch them together. I’m fascinated by it all for some reason, lost in the endless wash of red and bare skin moving silently but for laughter. And my little Alice is smiling for once. No fear now. She’s smiling and scampering, occasionally flicking the red of Hannah’s dress up as she goes.
Strong limbs move fluidly past the red flashes of chiffon, the blue lingerie and tattoos drawing me to it as if captivated. Beautiful. Playful. Amusing. But lost. We’re all so lost in our world of no time and memories before our now. But safety? There’s no safety here, especially for my little Alice concerning me. I’m losing reality, enjoying it, and ready to take her further with me.
Too close. Too connected.
Damn Gray and his pills.
A laugh falls out of her as she changes directions, forcing Hannah to start spinning the other way, and then she’s up and circling on her feet rather than crouched. Taller than Hannah. Softer features now she’s smiling, longer legs, more flesh to devour and play with.
“You’re not having mine. You had your chance.”
Gray’s voice comes along the hall like the whisper of threat he is to me.
My head leans back to keep watching the two of them, not the slightest concerned about anything Gray Rothburg could or would try. I’m not interested in his anyway. She’s muted in comparison, weak and tepid rather than the resilient and hostile nature of my little Alice. I can see it even now in the way they play together, sense the natural flow of Hannah’s relaxed gait in comparison to Alice’s poised aggression. It’s all getting so blurred, though, so fucking hazy and indistinct. Just red and blue. Red and blue endlessly until the red becomes a wash of mist I can’t see through to get to my blue anymore.
Red’s a good colour. Strong. Vibrant. It doesn’t look like it when it floods out of veins, though. It looks weak then, useless as it pours out. I remember that. It was tranquil. Quiet. Comfortable. Safe in some ways. It seeped out gently, the stain getting bigger and bigger on the cream carpets around me. This feeling came with it. This – loss of sight, loss of sense. No rainbows there either. Just darker and darker until all the light slipped away and all the memories cleared. I should do that again. Let myself go fully – get lost.
I sprawl back at the memory and my gaze lands on the broken vase, a shard of it laying there uselessly. I could make it useful. I should. No one would care. That’s the point of the pills here. No care. At least not for me. The broken people and broken hearts come, bringing their broken memories and broken juvenile dreams. Malachi can help. He knows how to. I do down there in reality, but here – in this reality – I don’t want to. Not this time. I’ll fix me instead. Try again. I’ll find space that’s empty and quiet and she’ll run free around my home.
So tempting.
All this red.
